I forgot Locke Park…

While getting carried away with the grandeur of Castle Howard I forgot that the week before I was at Locke Park in Barnsley and very nice it was too; a real family day out complete with fun fair and brass band, I distinguished myself with the West Yorkshire Triumph Stag Club – it’s not that sort of stag – these have four wheels. My pièce de resistance was to squirt tomato ketchup down the front of my white shirt while trying to get my mouth round a sausage sandwich. At that moment I wished that I had been wearing a tie – at least I could take that off. So I had the edge taken off my sartorial elegance. The notable landmark in Locke Park is the tower. I can only think that it was a folly to enhance the landscape. It made a suitable backdrop of the SL 500 Silver Arrow.

The only other notable event of the day was the expansion of my Yorkshire dialect. I can now correctly say ‘Dodworth’. The Dodworth Colliery Brass Band were in good form and gave the day a traditional Yorkshire day out. Well done to them.